ANZAC Day
We're on the home stretch now - Singapore to Sydney - and this flight is only 8 hours which is much easier to bear than the 12 hour flight fandango we've just survived. There is no piggy in the middle [Read More]
Homeward Bound
It's my last run in London. I go hard because I'm going home today! That's what I call last chance training. Back at Hotel Mills, there's more suitcase squeezing before we set off for a spot of [Read More]
Roasts and Runs
Richard says Sunday is Church Day which means there's a football ban. All day. But he's only joking. A day doesn't go by when Richard isn't glued to Sky Sports. We're all up and about early and I [Read More]
Pals at Paramount
Saturday starts with a run. The marathon mob are out for last chance training. I don't envy them, but I do admire them. Running a marathon is the stuff dreams are made of but I know my limits! We [Read More]
Dog Envy
I wake up much earlier than necessary to the smell of more croissants. Breakfast in Venice is a daily dose of deliciousness and right after our nutella fest, we head out to make the most of the [Read More]
Arriverderci Venice!
Boo! It's our last morning in Venice and it's another breakfast bonanza. Croissants, coffee and crackers. We lap it up! We throw our stuff in the suitcase, check out of the hotel and race out into the [Read More]
Gondala Wonder-lah!
The day gets off to a sense-a-tional start with a cracking continental breakfast. The croissant aroma wafts up the stairs, under the door and into our room and makes my mouth water! I coerce David [Read More]
Last-Chance Shopping
I'm far too tired to pound the pavement this morning. I'm conserving my energy for the long day of shopping ahead. David and I are two people on a mission. We head straight to Oxford Street. We do [Read More]
Friend-Fest Sunday
I kick start my Sunday with a 5km run in my feeble attempt to battle the bulge! I undo all my good work when I tuck into Rich's big breakfast - as good as any five star hotel - I especially love his [Read More]
